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Chapter Twelve- Hangover

I yawned and rubbed my eyes; there was a sharp pain in my arm and I cried out. I had totally forgotten that last night I cut. My arm hurt so much, and I felt like shit. Rubbing my eyes, I got dressed and brushed out my hair, noticing how my chocolate colored hair had grown. Looking over at the clock, I realized that it was only six o’clock in the morning.

            “Maybe Roivas will be up,” I whispered to myself, putting on some lip gloss and eyeliner. After getting all dolled up and dressed, I headed out to go to the suite next to me. My hand hovered over the handle, the vision of last night flashing back to my mind.

            I wish it wasn’t you.

            Biting my lip, I inserted the key you gave me in and opened the suite, stuffing the key back into my back pocket. The curtains were pulled tightly together so no light would enter, and everyone was fast asleep. Tiptoeing over to one of the bedrooms, I saw Nikolay sleeping there, safely tucked under the covers, hugging a picture frame close to his heart. I slipped over to him and squeezed the tip of the frame, watching as him arms unfurled themselves and I pulled the frame away, walking over to the bathroom, where I flickered the lights on and looked to see what it was; it was a photo of Nikolay when he was younger with his family back in Russia. I smiled at this, turned off the light, and went to go put the picture back. Nikolay groaned softly, took the picture again in his arms, rolled over to his side, and fell back asleep.

            I closed the bedroom door softly and went to the next bedroom that was across from Nikolay’s; it was Eric’s. Eric had his room neatly organized with files stacked upon his desk. His curtains were slightly opened and he was tangled up with his sheets, face buried in the pillow. I smiled softly. Right now, he looked innocent and gentle, not blunt and badass as usual. Biting my lip, I made my way over to the desk with all the files. On each one was the word CONFIDENTAL printed in fat, red letters.

            I grew curious, and opened up the one at the top. There were a bunch of numbers in there—social security numbers. On the next pages were pictures of people and information on the back. I only looked at a couple before putting it back, trying my best to respect his privacy.

            Walking out, I looked over to the foldable bed/couch to see you laying there. You were also tangled among sheets, and your dark torso was bare and exposed to me. I blushed, and I couldn’t help but to look at your beautiful and sculpted chest; my heart began to race and I tried to focus on something differently. I looked at your hands, the way they dangled on the arm rest and how your cheek had sunken into the pillow, your lips slightly parted as you let out slow breaths. Your hair was in your face, shielding your eyes like a veil, the strands going their own way. I almost felt like watching you until you woke, but I didn’t want to be a creeper.

            Kneeling down at the coffee table, I looked to see what you had. You had a couple of novels on the desk and files like Eric. Beside the files was a handgun and sharp looking shiv. The shiv looked brand new, and the handgun didn’t look like any normal type of gun.

Curious, I opened your files. In the first one, there was a letter written in plain English. It wasn’t like the ones that Eric had. Looking around, I made sure nobody was up as I read it. It said:

Roivas,

         Initiation time has come for you. It’s time that you become something greater—that you become my left hand man. With this said, it is important that you listen to what I have to tell you.

You know that with success comes a great responsibility that we must all take. Kill her Roivas. Her number came up in the computers and she cannot stay here.  You will befriend her. You will love her as your own sister, and you will end her as a stranger. If you don’t heed my words that I encrypt in this letter, I will be sure that your father hears this—and we all know what will happen when your father hears the news. He won’t be too happy.